Your aunt doesn't want your liberty--she wants your affection." "She wants to make me religious," Maggie brought out, staring at Mr.
Magnus.
"Ah, if you see that, you don't understand her," he answered.

"How should you--yet?
She cares so deeply for her religion that she wishes naturally any one whom she loves to share it with her.

But if you don't--" "If you don't ?" cried Maggie, springing up from her seat and facing him.
"I'm sure she would wish to influence no one," he continued gravely.
"You've seen for yourself how apart her life is.

She is too conscious of the necessity for her own liberty--" "It isn't liberty, it's slavery," Maggie caught him up passionately.
"Do you suppose I haven't watched all these weeks?
What does her religion do but shut her off from everything and everybody?
Is she kind to Aunt Elizabeth?
No, she isn't, and you know it.

Would she care if we were all of us buried in the ruins of this house to-morrow?
Not for a single moment.